The morning light wasn't welcome as it hit my face through the thin curtains. I was too sleepy to want any stimulus to wake me up. It was hard enough falling asleep in a bus; now the sun was making it harder.

I should've taken a seat on the right of the bus. That way, I'd be looking out to the west. I usually don't, because I take this bus in the afternoons, when the sun starts setting and painting a picture of red and orange and pink. And Lavender.